"You mean to tell me that you saw me bust my butt on the ice rink?" I ask my dad as he laughs so hard I swear he sounds like a Hyena.
"That was hilarious!" My dad says as he slaps his knees.
"Dad can you be honest with me?"
"Have I ever not been honest with you?"
" Let me think, The Tooth Fairy, The Easter Bunny and Santa Claus. Shall I continue?" I tease.
"Fair enough. I would like to know what your question is."
"When I fell on the ice rink, was the tumor already developing at that time? I just feel like I have been struggling for so long."
"Yes darling it was there but with the concussion it blurred the images on all the tests the doctors ran that they couldn't see it."
"That makes sense."
"You are one of the strongest people I know." Dad says as he squeezes my shoulder.
"You know I get that from you right?" I say as I nudge his side.
"Yes and you got your good looks from your mom. I don't think a girl version of me would be good."
We both chuckle at the thought.
Dad changes the subject back to the conversation i have been avoiding. "Have you thought about what you are going to do?"
"You already know what I decided don't you? I ask
"I do." He nods
"Why do I still feel so torn?"
"Honey that's what decisions do to people. We have talked about everything that you felt was important that I missed out on. I know there is so much that I will not be able to physically be there but know I am always here." He points are my heart and I believe him because I have always felt his love.
Dad is grinning ear to ear know he is right. He has been there for me and he always will be.
"Do you realize what the one constant thing is in all your stories?" My dad asks me
I ponder his questions "what is it?"
"Miles."
My dad says his name and I can't help but blush and get butterflies. My dad is right though Miles has been a constant in my life ever since falling off the swing set so many years ago. I wanted to beat Miles at going higher. The time in ninth grade busting my butt on the ice rink even though Miles tried to talk me out of it. We even celebrated all the birthdays in between. Wait a minute!
"Dad what's today?" I ask in a frantic
"You already know the answer."
"My birthday." I say out loud. I am still in denial on how long I have been asleep or dead or whatever this is.
"Happy Birthday Sweetheart."
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RomanceMy name is Melanie Fields and I am currently in a coma . I had a procedure to remove a brain tumor that didn't go according to plan. The worst part I couldn't tell Miles that I love him too.
